It’s Sept. 11, 9/11 as it is more commonly known by this generation.
The newspapers, the news channels, and yes, our Facebook pages, will all be filled with stories recalling that horrific early fall morning when the innocence of our world was forever stripped away by an act of violence, born of hatred.
It is altogether right that we remember those who lost their lives on this day. But as with every day stained with the hatred and darker side of our humanity, Sept. 11 will one day be forgotten.
Forgotten, as Sept. 5 and 6, 1972, is forgotten. Forgotten as June 5, 1989, is forgotten.
In closing, I offer a simple request.
If you pause a moment to remember the lives taken from us on 9/11 by hatred, spare a moment for the 11 athletes murdered in hatred 45 years ago this past week, and the single man, with groceries in hand, who stood before a column of tanks on June 5, 1989, and has never been seen again.
Remember those who have fallen to the hatred and evil of humanity’s darker side and are never known. Remember them.
They, like you, had dreams for their future, which now are nothing more than forgotten memories of the past.